"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
10-22-2016, 09:38 PM (This post was last modified: 10-22-2016, 09:40 PM by Myrrine.)
Myrrine lifes too short to live simply
Was she even fit to call herself a mother? Her lashes fluttered languidly at the thought, hooves stained onyx walking with the utmost grace against the bitter chill that fell upon the steppe. How often had she spoken to her child that she had birthed nearly a year ago, then suddenly left to others to care for while she had been tucked away into her own musings. She had been present physically; following the motions as a mother should of feeding her little lamb, sleeping next to her to keep her warm at night, and keeping a close eye on their surroundings as the butterfly child had wandered and played. But had she really been her mother? Was she the one that she went to for a shoulder to cry on? Had she watched her learn about how this big world worked with each passing day that those gangling legs grew and those splattered wings had blossomed? She'd be a liar if she claimed she had. Those chores were for those who didn't have the tragic thoughts that she did day in and day out, of the impending doom of most likely living a miserable life on her own; for the father of her child was not the man she loved, and her lover had been gone for who knows how long.
Woe was she for living such a life of misfortune; to be nestled away in the loving arms of the Edge with those she had loved dear, while her daughter would explore without her knowing, and honestly did she really care? She did. She knew she did, because the thought of not loving her baby caused bile to raise in the mare's throat was she continued onward up the rigid slopes of the forming mountains. She would always love Laume. She knew that deep within her soul that she would die to protect her from anything that might come and harm her. But she had failed in the support department, leaving her child to raise herself emotionally by herself. All alone. Just. Like. She had. It nearly knocked the wind out of her as this epiphany came forward and her legs had nearly crumpled to the earth; because she had done exactly what she had striven not to do.
How many nights had she spent so alone in the cold wishing for someone to love her? For her to feel validated, acknowledged, like she was something perfect in this world. She had done exactly that in a different way to her painted leopard girl, only it had to have hurt worst; watching your mother stand by as you hurt inside. There was no justification for her actions, no retribution for the sins she had committed to herself and her little family. She could feel said sins crawling along her back now. It was only when a clatter of leaves swirled about her complexion did she finally leave those dark thoughts behind her. A new mission clearing into her mind as she seemed to look for her destination. The Earth God had asked her long ago for a favor, one to help ease her pain and to give her something that would make her feel whole again. It was almost heartbreaking that becoming a mother hadn't done that for her. Perhaps if it were under different circumstances it would have.
Yet never would those words escape her lips, and never would she tell Laume that she was not loved. Because she was, even if it hadn't been shown to her. And no matter how many times she cried to herself at night over the guilt that clawed at her conscience would she ever say that she regretted the foal being born. She hadn't regretted the result; she had regretted the actions that caused it. The fact that it was usually the opposite for most was what she found to be ironic. She at last slowed her pace as she neared the crest of one of the many sloping hills, her mind losing focus from the task at hand as she yet again buried herself in pasts that she shouldn't be reliving. Myrrine always seemed to be a secret masochist. Only when she scanned her surroundings did she finally take what seemed to be her first breath in awhile, before facing the task of looking for a stone as cold as the north.
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